227. Life goes on

[Zeve’s POV]

The otherwise gloomy sky looked gloomier that day as I peered out of the silent hospital balcony.

The dark clouds hovered in the sky as if they were determined to block even the grey light of hope and happiness to reach our pack.

The precinct of the hospital was silent a few hours ago, but now it was filled with sobs and cries. A mother had died during childbirth. The child was healthy and alive, but he hadn’t stopped crying since he was born.

Birth and death both occurred at the same time.

“I told her, her weak body wouldn’t be able to handle the strain of childbirth,” her husband was sobbing, sitting helplessly beside her dead body. “She wanted to be a mother. But what is the use now? She didn’t even see her kid and left this world. It wasn’t worth it! It’s all my fault. I should have stopped her.”

I wondered if her death was tragic or satisfactory because before she left this world as a mother. Since she was weak, she would die eventually anyway, she chose to die aft